When the child beside her mom
was licking a vanilla ice-cream,
I didn't know where it came from
but I found my poem and my theme.
The eyes were closed and the
tongue, busy
drops of dots fell off careless
and easy.
I thought of my past that dropped
from my time
to let it just go, I thought was
a crime.
The child finished the stick with
a smile on the face,
the two went away with the
happiest embrace.
I was worried for reasons I never
came to know
but the things that I loved I’d
never let them go.
When I have those goodies, I am
never inside it
I pay for the food never enjoy
what I eat.
The child taught me now to relish
every stand
I’m feeling light this time, with
an ice-cream in my hand.
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